Divergent Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Even though there's a saying that men and women can't be friends, everyone in the Red Fang Pack knows how much Savannah loves Rowan. Do you think it makes sense that Savannah would suddenly marry Cillian after divorcing the man she loved so much?" Suzan furrowed her brow. She had never speculated about this. "Be careful, Suzan. Maybe this is just Savannah's plan. She actually wants to take Rowan back from you by using Alpha Cillian." "Yep, Alpha Cillian is known for frequently changing girlfriends. It seems strange that he would suddenly marry his divorced friend." "Do you think his pack will accept Savannah just like that?" Suzan thought about it. Everything her friends said made sense. Sh

Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world. But my brother? He cared about nothing but work. No romance, no distractions. It didn’t matter what tricks Nancy used—he rejected her every single time. So in the original ending, she never completed the mission. She was forced to stay in this world and live out her “happy” life here. “Sigh…” That was the twentieth time I had sighed today. Nancy never slept, day or night. Something about her body being engineered differently. But I was her roommate, which meant I was the one suffering for it.

The motherfucker just strolled out the door like I owed him something. I shook my head and walked off to the study, getting ready to draft the contract and look into videos and websites he could browse. Ren’s POV I felt so good knowing that Kai was looking out for me, even though he was already considering the possibility of divorce. But the second thing Adrian mentioned blew my mind. Their lifestyle… BDSM. Did I even fit? I wanted this to work because I didn’t know if I’d be able to take him going into someone else’s arms for his needs.

My cheeks heated up, and I quickly turned my eyes gaze away from him. It was extremely hard to keep up because I could still feel his eyes on me. I tried to focus on something else. I glanced up and met Fiona staring dumbfounded at the Lycan, her eyes turning to look at me, then back at him, before finally settling her eyes on me, her eyebrows pulled together in a frown while she clenched her fists by her side. I knew she must hate that I was getting attention from someone else, especially the Lycan.

he lay on top of her, pushing her legs apart, ‘Maybe the ‘Divine One’ was right, little one. We should mate and see what happens.’ He was pushing at her entrance, hunger darkening his eyes, ‘No.’ She snapped her eyes open as she realised what he intended, ‘No, Dante, no.’ He changed in an instant, gripping her wrists, he pinned them over her head his eyes turning gold as he shoved her legs further apart. ‘Oh, I think so, pretty hybrid.’ Tegan pushed against his chest,

"How could you do this to me with my best friend?" Damon's face hardens, and he stands up, pulling on his clothes. "Explaining the situation won't make a difference. You might as well just see it as us getting a divorce." "A divorce? I thought you loved me. You said you loved me, but you have been using me all this while. How could you?" "Love you? There is no point in pretending, I never loved you Selene," he says coldly. "You never meant anything to me."

Jodie Today, I, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, am divorcing my fated mate—the man the Moon Goddess chose for me. The bond still burns under my skin, but he’s made his choice. And it isn’t me. It’s my sister. I sign my name on the divorce papers, my chest aching as the pen lifts from the page. The moment it’s done, a wave of nausea punches through me. I clap a hand over my mouth, but it's too late. Blood spills past my fingers, splattering across the freshly signed documents.

Printed across the top in bold, ugly letters are data tags meant to trend on the mobile feeds. Blue-Claw’s Discarded Luna. The Promiscuous Future Alpha Bride. Greedy Omega. My eyes skim the raw text beneath the headers. The descriptions are foul. They call Penelope a golden-digger. They claim she spent her nights crawling into the beds of neighboring Alphas while I was away at the northern borders. They say she only took my hand to drain the Blue-Claw treasury dry, and that she stole the sacred Moonrock pendant out of the family vault before the divorce papers even hit the desk.

Sighing, I open it and pull out a blueprint, slowly unfolding it on my table, almost covering the surface entirely. On top of the blueprints are printed characters that read, “Warrior Academy”. My fingers tap on the table like I am playing a piano as Lillian’s face earlier flashed before my eyes. I can’t believe that Lillian has the guts to ask me for a divorce. A sneer left my lips as I was reminded that, according to her, she’s not even asking me. She’s informed me. INFORMING ME! After everything she has done to me, from orchestrating that fake mate bond and all her lies, I forgive her and yet here she is throwing a tantrum over a blood transfusion.